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ensignsimp · 3 months
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Oh may I please request some romantic headcanons with Spock and Soval?
Romantic ENT Soval HCs:
A/N: I haven't done a lot of Enterprise stuff so I figured I would just stick with that since I'm running out of ideas for Spock rn.
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He struggles to show you "emotional" gestures of affection.
He prefers to show his love in quieter softer ways.
Sometimes he will present you with flowers, each arrangement proclaiming a deeper vibrant message.
Other times he displays his affection by "indulging" in your earthly pleasures; food, entertainment, etc.
He enjoys Jane Austin Novels. You let him borrow one of your copies and he was fascinated by it.
On the rare occasion, he does perform public displays of affection, he will either offer you an ozh'esta or hold your hand. It is easy to hide under long sleeves.
When you wear traditional or popular Vulcan clothing he has to work twice as hard to contain himself.
He does like to indulge in Earth's pleasures but he's a mess when you embrace his.
During meditations, he will allow you to spend time near him as long as you are silent.
It is difficult when you tempt him away from his practices.
He is such a sugar daddy.
If the two of you are going to an important event together he will have you dressed in nothing except the finest.
He insists it's to make sure you both make a good impression.
But he in reality just likes to show off his cute human (husband/wife/partner) to make other diplomats jealous.
He may not indulge his other emotions externally but that doesn't mean he doesn't indulge his pride.
And you are his absolute pride.
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poetictrekkie · 6 years
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Drabble: Soval and T’Pol + Vulcan
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Anonymous said: 13 T'Pol and Soval teaching the Vulcan fanboy/girl of a reader something about their culture.
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Being Earth’s ambassador to Vulcan had its perks. Ever since you were young, the Vulcan culture and traditions had interested you. Your counterpart on Vulcan, Ambassador Soval, had offered to host you while you were visiting his planet. While his emotionless demeanour had unnerved your predecessors in the job, you had grown used to the behaviours of Vulcans, and even attempted to suppress your emotions when around them.
However, when Soval and another of his officers, a Vulcan woman named T’Pol, opened the doors to one of their monasteries, you couldn’t suppress the wonder that was bubbling inside you. The statues towered above you with serene, marble faces, and the ceilings were high and arched. Every inch of the space was a marvel of architecture.
“Fascinating,” you reluctantly distilled all your astonishment into a word often used by the Vulcans. Both Vulcans nodded, and you thought you saw a hint of approval in their eyes– although that must have been your imagination.
The monastery was silent, save for the echoes of a hymn behind some distant door, as Soval and T’Pol led you to a small alcove. There was a candle burning in front of three thin cushions that were placed in a line on the floor.
“We will guide you in a traditional meditation,” Soval explained, lowering himself to his knees. You followed him, letting the beauty and the light wash over you, as you prepared to learn about their culture as no other human had: first-hand.
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